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Chapter 31 K Song

I couldn’t tell how many cups of yellow soup I had consumed. In short, an abstract space began to appear in front of my eyes. As a novice, I knew that my wine taste was very bad. But now I woke up and regretted it, because I was already crazy.

Already...

At the front of the hall, there was a stage for geishas to perform. Their graceful dances were sultry. Sitting at the table and having fun was no longer enough to satisfy my excitement at this time. I slapped the table with my big palm and stood up.

Shen. Taohong and Liulu were shocked, "Uncle, what are you..."

"Haha, I'm going to be happy!" I burped, my chubby body staggered to the stage, and climbed up with difficulty.

The people on the stage looked at each other, not knowing what I was going to do.

Finally, my little fat legs kicked up the platform.

"Hehe," I chuckled and walked over, hugging the dancer who was dodging from time to time. "Come, let's play together."

The girl who was not surprised by this situation could only smile stiffly and said, "Uncle, you are drunk."

"The continuous green hills are hundreds of miles long, towering like a barrier. The green mountains pierce the sky. The sky is covered with white clouds." I suddenly shouted, which scared the dancing girl. Not only was it

She and everyone sitting down all turned their attention to me.

This song "Standing on the High Point" is my favorite song when I sing in K-pop. It's high-pitched, heroic, and exciting. Whenever I'm crazy, I will sing it. Now I don't care whether it's embarrassing or not, I just

I want to vent my joy on stage.

"The rolling green mountains are hundreds of miles long, and the man in red clothes is waiting on the post. The green mountains pierce the sky, and there is a loving man in clothes standing there~"

I twisted my waist and sang almost to the point of hihg. Unexpectedly, this body has a pretty good voice, and I have an excellent command of the music, and the combination just fits perfectly.

The musician next to me didn't know if he was drunk or not, but he actually played the pipa to accompany my song. With his original high-pitched voice, combined with classical rhythm, this contrast brought people a refreshing feeling.

I was completely boiling. I was jumping up and down on the stage. Fortunately, the stage was strong enough. "I stood on a high hill and looked from a distance. I saw the vast sea of ​​green waves. If you stand on a high hill and look down, who is there?"

Sing loudly to you~"

Although I am fat, my body is very flexible, and my waist is definitely not inferior to Sister Furong's S-shaped waist. The people in the audience were stunned at first, and then excitement slowly appeared on their faces, and their bodies couldn't help but follow.

My music rocks.

"Come on! The rolling green mountains are hundreds of miles long, and my love and sister-in-law match each other in pairs. The green mountains pierce the sky. We fall in love on the high hills, on the high hills~"

As I screamed at the top of my lungs, everyone's emotions were completely aroused by me. Only then did I realize that it was not that the ancients were born with a preference for elegant music, but that no one was leading the trend. Now, here I am, the fat girl.

Got it!

"Okay! Okay! One more!"

There was a roar of applause from below, and I squinted my eyes and smiled so much that I couldn’t close my mouth. Although my legs were a little wobbly, my mood was still high. I cupped my hands and said, “Okay, let’s play a little more today.”

"One night in Beijing, I left a lot of love. Whether you love it or not, it is the dust of history. One night in Beijing, I left a lot of love. I dare not ask for directions at midnight for fear of walking deep into the flowers~"

The boy playing the pipa was probably as drunk as I was. As soon as I spoke a few words, he found the tune. He played the pipa with great joy.

I sang in a Peking Opera tune with a thin voice, "People say that deep in the flowers lives an old lover, an old man with a serene face who is sewing embroidered shoes, still waiting for the return of the person who went off to war~"

I never expected that my first trip to a brothel would be a small solo concert. Suddenly, I seemed to see a pair of familiar deep eyes, so evil and full of temptation...


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